by Zoe Blake
Samara raised her arm and pointed at me. “See? That right there! Your arrogant high-handedness! Who gave you the right to dictate to me what I can and can’t do?”
“No one gave me anything. I took it.”
“Well, I’m taking it back! I don’t have to listen to you! You don’t own me!”
God, it was fun watching her hips sway as she paced in agitation. She really had a spectacular walk. Rising to my full height, I pushed away from the desk and stalked toward her. She took a few steps back. I kept forward till I pressed her against the bookcase on my far wall. With a determined hand, I reached for her skirts.
“No!” she cried out as she tried to grasp my wrist and hold her skirts down.
With one swift movement, I secured both wrists above her head, and once more, I reached for the hem of her skirt. Lifting it high, I leaned in close, my mouth only inches from hers. My fingertips shifted the soft fabric of her panties to the side as I flicked her clit.
Her red lips opened on a gasp.
“That’s where you’re wrong, malyshka. I do own you, and I’m going to prove it right now.”
Chapter 16
Samara
Breaking free of his grasp. I ran for the door. There was a loud buzzing sound just as I neared it. I heard the loud clack of a bolt sliding into place. Still, I tried the knob. It wouldn’t budge.
“Open this…. fucking… door!”
I knew I was deliberately poking the bear, but I didn’t care.
This was getting out of hand. The man was quickly strengthening his strange hold on me, and I had to leave before I fell any deeper down the rabbit hole. I didn’t care that he loved art. I didn’t care that he was handsome as fuck. I didn’t care he made me squirm in that taboo way when he growled against my pussy. He was dangerous, and I needed to get away from him before it was too late. I would escape and never look back.
“I’ll scream.”
Gregor ignored me and moved over to once more lean against his desk.
“Did you hear me? I’ll start screaming.”
He shrugged.
“Fine! Fine! You asked for this!” I raved as I dug my cell phone out of my purse. I was bluffing, of course. I’d have to be bonkers to call the cops. The last thing I wanted was to be on their radar even as a supposed victim, but maybe Gregor didn’t know that.
He didn’t even bother to react.
Damn him.
I pressed the button to activate my phone. There was no service. I lifted it up. Still nothing.
“Cell phone jammer.”
Of course. Of course! A man like Gregor would have a cell signal jammer to prevent people from recording incriminating conversations with him. Fuck him and how smart he was.
I started banging on the door. “Help! Help! Let me out!”
“Don’t you want to know where Yelena is?”
My fist arrested in midair. I turned to look at Gregor. “What did you say?”
“Yelena. You are concerned for her welfare, aren’t you?”
Slowly, I stepped away from the door.
I knew when I was beaten at my own game.
My head bowed, I whispered, “Please, Gregor. Don’t hurt her because of me.”
Yelena still hadn’t reached out to me. I hoped she was waiting for me in Montreal, but deep down, I knew Gregor’s brother Damien probably had her. If she was suffering at his hands, it was my fault. She may have angered them with her racetrack schemes, but it was definitely her helping me escape and stay on the run which made her an enemy of the powerful Ivanovs.
“You and your friend are in a great deal of danger. Her safety depends on her receiving protection from Damien. Yours depends on me and that all depends on your cooperation, malyshka.”
His eyes were hard and uncompromising. The great Gregor Ivanov about to get his way… about to win… again.
“What do you want, Gregor?”
“Get on your knees.”
I knew better than to ask if he was serious. He was. Everything was about control with Gregor. He had it and wanted me to not only know it but show him I knew it.
Tossing my purse on a nearby table, I slipped out of my heels and slowly lowered to my knees.
“Now crawl to me.”
I took a deep breath. This was my punishment for disobeying Gregor. He had me trapped. I had no choice but to obey.
Leaning forward, I placed my palms before me. The Italian marble floor was cold. Inching one knee forward, I slowly crawled a few feet till I was on the plush Persian carpet. Keeping my eyes lowered, I continued to crawl. I could feel the crinoline softly scratch the back of my thighs with each shift forward. My skin was humming with awareness and the memory of his leather belt from last night.
Would he take off his belt and discipline me again?
Why did my stomach flip in anticipation at the thought?
This is so fucked up.
In my line of vision, I could see the gold leaf claw-footed legs of his back lacquered desk and a pair of polished Oxfords.
“Look up at me.”
My body quaked at the command.
“Samara, don’t make me ask again.”
I tilted my head back. Already significantly taller than me, from my submissive position on the floor, he looked like a Roman god, all height and strength with a stony expression.
Gregor reached down and cupped my jaw. His thumb caressed my lower lip.
“I’m going to enjoy teaching this smart mouth of yours a lesson.”
No!
Having a man’s cock in my mouth, cutting off my air, terrified me. You had no control. Control. There would be no better way to teach me a lesson about who was truly in control.
Gregor smiled as if he had read my thoughts. I watched in horror as he reached for his belt buckle. The same belt from at the museum.
I shimmied back on my knees. “Please, Gregor. I don’t want—”
“Move another inch back, and I’ll belt your ass and then still fuck your mouth,” he growled. He whipped the belt free of its loops and folded it in half, ominously holding it between his hands. “Come here.”
With no choice, I shifted forward till I was prone before his spread legs.
Gregor set his belt on the desk within reach. His hands went to the fastening of his trousers.
“Push the top of your dress down. I want to see your breasts.”
I slipped my arms through the cap sleeves and pushed the bodice down. With this dress, a corset was best. Refusing to give in to my initial inclination to wear my black lace corset, I deliberately put on my plain satin one. By the unholy glow in his eyes at the sight of my partially bared breasts, I could tell I could wear a sack cloth corset, and it wouldn’t have mattered one bit.
Gregor pulled his erect cock free.
My eyes widened. Last night it was if I had been split in two the moment he forced three fingers into my tight pussy. How would I ever fit his cock? Even Gregor’s large hand did not diminish the impact of how long and thick his shaft looked.
“Open your mouth.”
I couldn’t. I knew my disobedience would come at a high price, but still I just couldn’t obey. I was too frightened. I couldn’t allow him to shove that down my throat. It would kill me.
Like a viper, Gregor struck with no warning but with deadly accuracy. His arm lashed out to fist my hair at the back of my head. He pushed my body forward as he pulled down, the pressure forcing my head back.
My hands pushed at his thighs as I strained backwards.
“Please! I don’t know how to… I’m not good at—”
“Open wide for me like a good girl.”
There it was again. The stomach flip. There was just something about him dominating me as he called me his good girl that did it for me. There was definitely something intriguing about having someone else force your hand… having someone else in charge.
I opened my lips.
His other hand came up to grasp my head on the other side. After adjust
ing his feet wider, he rested the head of his cock against my lower lip.
Slowly, he pushed his hips forward. His cock pressed down on my tongue. I expected him to stop, but he kept pushing in. I gagged and pressed my palms harder against his thighs. I could feel the bulbous head at the back of my throat. I jerked my head, but his grip prevented any actual movement.
“Open your throat,” he growled.
Grasping my hair, he pulled on my head, forcing me to swallow more of his cock. Breathing heavily through my nose, I tried to quell my rising panic. My entire focus was on his cock. The musky taste. How it filled my mouth. The press of its thick length. My own labored breathing. The feel of my nails digging into the soft fabric of his suit pants. The pain in my knees as I knelt before him.
My shoulders heaved as he thrust in deeply. Spittle formed at the corners of my mouth.
Finally, he pulled back. Quickly, I sucked in a full ragged breath. Looking down, I could see my bright red lipstick smeared up the shaft.
Gregor fisted his cock. “I’ve wanted to see your lipstick on my cock since the moment I first met you.”
This time he took a step forward. His legs straddled my hips. “Tilt your head back,” he ordered.
“Please, Gregor. I don’t like this,” I whimpered.
Gregor stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’re not supposed to like this, malyshka. This is a punishment. Maybe next time you use this pretty mouth for ugly words and sass you will think twice.”
With that, his hand flipped to grip my jaw. His blunt fingertips dug into the soft sides of my cheeks. I could feel the sharp edges of my teeth cut the inside of my mouth. With a cry, I opened my mouth wide.
With no further warning, he thrust his cock in… deep.
With my head tilted back and his stance over my hips, I was off balance. The only thing holding me steady was his grip on my head. As his thrusts increased in intensity, he pulled my head up and down, making me fuck with my own mouth.
My jaw ached. The back of my throat felt bruised. My lips swollen.
The only noise in the room were my own obscene grunts and gags.
Again he pulled free, allowing me to breathe.
“This time you’re going to swallow the entire length.”
I cried.
The head of his cock pressed against my lips. I turned my head to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Gregor pick up his belt. I focused on his powerful hand as it gripped the folded leather. Goose bumps rose on my arms as I remembered all too well the feel of both his hands and that leather.
“Do I need to use this?”
Dejectedly, I shook my head. “No,” I whispered as I ran the back of my hand across my mouth. My skin was stained with smeared lipstick and spit.
“Good girl. Now open your mouth.”
Once more he placed both his hands around the back of my head, but this time he still had the belt in his grip. As he pushed his cock past my open lips and thrust, I could feel the cold metal of the buckle bump against the back of my neck.
A threat and a warning.
“Look at me.”
My eyes strained upwards, meeting his hard gaze. I could only imagine what I looked like with my lips stretched wide around his cock. My lipstick smeared around my mouth. My mascara running down my flushed cheeks.
“I’m going to push in deep. I want your nose to touch my stomach.”
My eyes widened in alarm. I tried to shake my head but couldn’t.
He tightened the pressure of his hands against my head. Slowly, his cock pushed ever deeper into my throat. I choked and gagged, but still he thrust forward. After an eternity, the tip of my nose touched his flat stomach. I could feel the soft skin of his balls under my chin. Gregor paused. One hand brushed the hair from my eyes.
“Good girl. You swallowed all of my cock.”
I felt an absurd rush of pride at having accomplished this strange task and having pleased him.
“I’m going to come. I want you to show me my come on your tongue before you swallow.”
I kept my gaze on him. His head rolled back as he began a violent burst of quick thrusts in and out of my now willing mouth.
With a roar, he came. His warm, salty come filled my mouth. As I opened my mouth dutifully to display it on my tongue, I couldn’t help but choke and some of it dripped out of the corner of my mouth.
Gregor went down on his haunches. Taking his index finger, he swept up the cum and held it before my lips. Staring deep into his silver eyes, I opened my mouth and obediently sucked his finger clean.
He then rose to tower over me. With a growl, he bent low and swung his arm out. I screamed and ducked. Looking out from under my arm, I watched in shock as he swept his arm across his desktop, clearing it. Papers, pens, and his laptop crashed to the floor.
Leaning down, he clasped me around the shoulders and lifted me high. My bottom connected with the hard surface of the desk.
“Gregor—”
His hand in the center of my chest pushing me to lay back stopped all protest.
He gave me a wink. “My turn to feast.”
He flipped my skirts up. My red crinoline pillowed around my waist, blocking my view of him so I had no warning when his tongue licked between my legs over the silk of my thong.
There was no hiding how aroused I was… he now knew how turned on I was having him force his cock down my throat.
“Oh God!” I moaned.
His warm fingers wrapped around the waistband of my thong and yanked it low, then twisted and pulled on the fabric so it pushed against the seam of my ass. Then his tongue swirled and flicked my sensitive nub till my back shot off the desk as each swipe sent an electric shock up my spine.
The flat of my palms slapped against the hardwood surface as I cried out, unable to contain the force of my orgasm.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Gregor rose to lean over me. Placing a hand near my head, he gave me a wolfish smile. He bent and flicked one of my exposed nipples with his tongue. “Keep this up, malyshka, and you may never escape me,” he teased.
That was what I was afraid of.
Chapter 17
Samara
I’m fucked.
That is all I could think as I stared into his eyes.
To be honest, it was too draining to think anything at all beyond that.
I wanted to hide from my own emotions. I didn’t want to think about my reaction to his dominance. How I liked the way he forced me to suck his cock. No. To think about any of that right now would literally drive me insane. Better to wait till I found Yelena, and we formed an escape plan.
Until that moment, I needed to keep my shit together.
I needed to act like none of this was affecting me.
Ignoring his offered hand, I shimmied off the desk. After straightening my now hopelessly wrinkled dress, I walked back to where I had discarded my shoes… back to where I had crawled to him like a freaking harem slave.
Picking up my shoes, I asked without turning around, “Bathroom?”
“The door directly to your left.”
Still without facing him, I walked through the smaller door in the left-hand corner. Like the interior of his office, he had decorated the bathroom in ebony black and gold Italian marble with accents of deep emerald green.
I could not suppress a small gasp at my reflection.
My swollen lips were covered in the smeared remains of my red lipstick. The thick black eyeliner I’d used earlier to create a dramatic cat eye was now streaming down my cheeks, which were still flushed a bright cherry red. My hair was a tangled mess of curls. The elastic band, which I’d used to secure a low ponytail before Gregor used my hair as a weapon to demand my submission, now hung limply around a single curl.
“Baby, are you alright in there?” called Gregor through the door.
“I’m fine. Sorry, the… the marble was just cold on my bare feet,” I lied.
Placing my ear against the do
or, I listened till I heard his steps recede. I then quietly turned the latch on the knob, locking the door. Not that I thought such a small lock could keep Gregor away if he wanted in, but it gave me a false sense of security.
Grabbing one of the plush green hand towels, I ran it under some scalding water and wiped my face, then lower, trying to erase the feel of his mouth. Digging into my purse, I found my brush and ruthlessly tackled all the tangles till I was once more able to tame it back into a ponytail that hung down my back. Opening my compact, I applied a layer of powder. It wouldn’t mask the deep flush on my cheeks, but at least it took away the wan appearance. After a fresh application of lipstick and a little mascara, I appeared almost calm.
I rummaged in the cabinet beneath the sink and found a bottle of mouthwash. Twisting off the cap, I pressed my lips to the plastic opening. A brief thought that Gregor’s lips probably touched the same rim invaded my mind. I violently chased the thought away. Thoughts like that were for later. After wine. Lots of wine.
Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the bathroom door and emerged back into his office.
It was empty.
Spinning my head to the left, I could see the main door was open.
This was my chance to escape!
I bolted for the door.
Just as I neared the threshold, Gregor reappeared. He was holding a small tray. On it was a selection of cut vegetables, cheese, and crackers with a pot of tea.
“I had Rose put this together for you,” he said as he walked into the office and placed the tray on the small table between the chairs in front of the fireplace.
His back was turned.
The door was open.
I stayed.
Damn him.
I wrinkled my nose at the offered fare. “No. Thank you.”
Gregor sighed. “I thought you might say that. One of these days, I’m going to get you to eat something green and healthy.”
The protective tone of his voice surprised me.
No one had really given a damn what I ate, not even my mother.
Probably why I survived on Chinese food and frozen pizza.
I was saved from having to respond by a discreet tap on the door. A large man in a suit stuck his head in. “Sir? I have the items you requested.” In his hand was a McDonalds large coffee cup and a small bag.